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My True North Star – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

My True North Star

I let go the backpack,
even though it contained
so many essential items
for such a long walk,
I only took the water,
not the tent or clothing,
not even the compass 
or map, nothing I would
normally take, need, or 
rely on, these I left knowing
that you are my true
north star, my guide on 
this trail of life.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®


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Astro-logical – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) on some form of the word heart.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille- Heart

Photo by luizclas from Pexels

“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born ….” ee cummings


There is no dys in the topia of 
my heart where you're concerned,
your ample fullness fills my
darkly mind with tingled pulses of
rhythmic, to the bone sensatiopns, 
that caffeinate my hours with a 
cornucopia of luminous astrologia
that simply makes me dizzy.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®


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Before The Turning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“She was like the moon – part of her was always hidden away.” Dia Reeves

Before The Turning

Spring's last reversion,
a chemise for moon
before the turning of
summer's bold tune,
an unbuttoned salute
to epicurean dulges
promenading along
our damp, warm skin,
in the misted mystery
of this omened night,
awaiting declarations
of yes, yes, along our 
avenue of sheets.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Sighing – a poem in pleiades form by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to the Pleiades Form – seven lines of seven syllables, each line beginning with the first letter of the title which must be one word. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Stars That Count

Image: – Pleiades

“The Pleiades are there winking at me.” Ted Simon


Seven being perfection,
spiritual without doubt,
sisters floating like lovers
sighing eternal yearns
stargazing dreams like voyeurs,
star dusting talis dreams of
spacious, luscious liminance.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Elusive Dream – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“The choice for mankind (sic) lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.”  George Orwell


Elusive Dream

There’s an impatient patience,
a spirit of the age
rushing the vernal equinox
into yesterday’s tomorrow,
a backward looking future,
and elusive dream
of a perfect expectation
forever unbirthing
other than in the mind,
ever refusing the obvious,
to live in the present moment.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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To Bring Her Closer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Moon – Word of the Day




To Bring Her Closer

Her face shone
lighting the whole
and she beamed knowing
that I adored her and
I resolved to
spend some time
weaving my heart-felt
love to bring her closer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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I Was Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Envision – Word of the Day



“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.”  T.S. Eliot ‘Little Gidding’ (Four Quartets)


I Was Me

In my dream
we launched the Major Tom
and thrust through painted skies
hung with unknown stars,
like Theramania and Volsatus,
with exotic faces
and rarefied air,
a luminous melange
beckoning us
with exciting possibilities,
and yet,
even as we landed,
I knew that I was me
and you were you,
and that’s how it should be,
that’s how it is.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Symphony Of Pulse – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Blood – Word of the Day



“There is no caste in blood.”  Edwin Arnold

Symphony Of Pulse

Of moons
it is merely of colour,
but of attraction it is mystery,
where the symphony of pulse,
a scherzo,
strangely warms and excites,
energising, drawing, urging,
and only when we are spent
does blood finally slow,
and once again
we return to earth.

Copyright. Paul Vincent Cannon


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The Indescribable Point – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Zenith – Word of the Day



Note: In astronomy terms the zenith is a location point directly above you.

“Filled with rapture his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness.Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly … The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars.”  Fyodor Dostoevsky


The Indescribable Point

We reached for the indescribable point,
having left our anchored ordinary,
entering time without time,
and losing the rails of thought,
yet we knew a knowing,
as our bodies spoke an urgency,
to meet above ourselves,
and fall into luxurious abandon,
washed in desire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Under The Lunacy Moon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lunacy – Word of the Day



My mother, and many others, often used that phrase, “It must be a full moon tonight” to explain various odd behaviours which seemed to occur around a full moon. There are lots of urban myths and tall tales, along with superstition, associated with a full moon. In Europe in the Middle Ages the belief persisted in the “lunar lunacy effect” or “Transylvania effect” where at a full moon humans could change/transmogrify into werewolves or vampires. Luna was the the Roman goddess of the moon, and Luna forms the prefix for the word lunatic.

Shakespeare wrote: “It is the very error of the moon. She comes more near the earth than she was wont. And makes men mad.” Othello


Under The Lunacy Moon

Just a little transmogrify,
I’m feeling pleasantly odd,
a little unhinged,
it’s electric,
I’m wild,
please, let me bite you,
a taste so sweet;
my veins are boiling,
let’s run through the streets,
sing anthems and rhymes,
climb a mountain
and howl a rabid canine tune.
Just this one night,
under the lunacy moon.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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